Tricky bastard. You felt so real and nourishing. I felt special for breathing you. You whipped up blast of glossy plastic, hair polish and synthetic serotonin, you’re eating me from the inside! Eventually I won’t be more than a bag of bones cased in smooth skin and designer clothes. Only my dick and vocal chords will work. Halfheartedly at that.… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Patrick CrerandBraxton & Hicks never played Vaudeville for laughs. There was no curtain to this bloody show. We, the husbands, sat in the boardroom and waited for mothers to pee.… More
Concentric
FLASH FICTION by Kip KnottThere’s a circle of light in the middle of an otherwise completely dark room. Well, it’s not exactly in the middle, but close enough that it would take a laser’s precise measurement to show that it’s not exactly centered in the room. So let’s just say it’s in the middle and move on.… More
I Smoke, I Blow, I Smoke
FLASH FICTION by Zenith KnoxA child will emerge from an alley as dark as a cocoon, where the air will carry a baby mobile’s tune. She’ll toddle over in a baptismal dress stitched with lace, with a satin bow wrapped around her waist. She’ll tap her toes in leather Mary Janes and say, Mommy! Her voice will ripple like the cries that rise every night on repeat.… More
Animals Struck by Catastrophe
FLASH FICTION by Luke MillerI walked over to South Williams Street. It was where all the cool kids were drinking. And I was a pretty cool kid. It was raining, which was new for Dublin.… More
gendervoid
FLASH NONFICTION by nat raumthere is no one way to woman, but my way wasn’t one of them.… More
Two Stories
FLASH FICTION by Marc FrazierTheir Boy Scout manual didn’t cover what to do when you found a fetus along the Kishwaukee River bank.… More
Fourth Step
FICTION by J. Malcolm GarciaI did a lot of things. I was a drunk and a meth head, she said. I’m better now. Not perfect but better. You know what it’s like. I do, I said, but I never wanted to touch a child.… More
NO THRU TRAFFIC.
FLASH FICTION by TREVOR DODGE.TRY NOT TO SHAKE OR JUST LEAVE HIM SOMEWHERE was something she texted one of those last times. I wasn’t a Papa long enough to be asked something like that, but I tried to do it anyway. … More
The Space Between Us
FLASH NONFICTION by Tess KellyI see myself through his eyes. A woman fleeing. Away from him. This is not who I want to be. This is who I’ll always be. I’ve read enough stories, heard enough stories. … More
710 Words
FLASH FICTION by Jason SchaeferDoes the reader really need to know the story unfolds on a Monday? He imagined himself choking down cigarettes with Jason Robards, legs resting on a cluttered desk, flipping and conferring over a wrinkled printout. If he were a better writer, the story would already have that “Monday” feel to it.… More
